Alan Robinson, whom I thank, shares a poem by Fr S J Forrest about the liturgical options within the Church of England before about 1980.
I'll give them one at a time; today's stanza, the first, is what an English Missal Vicar would say to you when explaining what you, as a visiting celebrant, needed to know in order to offer the Holy Sacrifice in his Church. In each case, in every succeeding stanza, the incumbent is supremely confident that what (whatever) he is himself accustomed comfortably to do is "just the ordinary thing". Aren't we all?
Just pure and unadulterated 1662;
A minimum of wise interpolations from the Missal,
The Kyrie in Greek, the proper collect and epistle,
The Secret and the Canon and the Dominus vobiscum,
(Three aves and a salve at the end would not amiss come);
To the "militant" and the "trudle" there is little need to cling,
But apart from these exceptions, just the ordinary thing.